All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elena pov When the white faded, I wasn’t in the forest anymore. The cold was gone. The wind. The snow. The tension is humming in the air. All of it had been replaced by a stillness so deep it felt like the world had exhaled for the first time in centuries. I stood barefoot in a place that defied reality. It looked like a ruined temple, ancient and carved from silver stone that shimmered like starlight. Vines of crystal threaded through cracked pillars. Flowers bloomed in the air—not on the ground, in the air—suspended as if gravity was merely a suggestion. A shallow pool of glowing water stretched ahead of me, reflecting a night sky that wasn’t above but within it. And silence. A silence that wasn’t empty. It was full. Of memory. Of waiting. And in the centre, just as before, stood her. Ethereal. The same silhouette I’d seen in the smoke—only now fully formed. She was taller than I expected, towering yet graceful, with skin like moonstone and eyes like the void between

Scarlet Pov The night was sharp, cold enough to bite, but the magic we were drawing into the earth felt warmer than fire. Aurora knelt beside me, her fingers stained with ash and chalk as she sketched the final arc of the rune circle. Dominic stood on the other side, holding a lantern, the golden light flickering across his face and catching the edges of his jaw like firelight on a blade. I’d never seen anyone work so hard for something they didn’t fully understand. Dominic wasn’t a witch. Not born of spells or prophecy. He didn’t have the blood for it. But he gave himself anyway holding the tools, carrying the bags, fetching water, braving the wind when others ducked for cover. He bickered with Aurora like it was his life’s mission, calling her every sarcastic name under the moon. But he never once let her walk alone in the woods, never let anyone else light her fire when she was too tired to conjure sparks. And when she wasn’t looking, he smiled like he was proud of her

Elena POV The morning sun did little to warm us. It hovered pale and distant over the peaks, casting long shadows through the pines and bathing the rocky slope in cold light. The wind screamed as it rushed between narrow crevices, and snow clung to the ground in stubborn patches, crunching underfoot as we began the climb. We moved in a single file, the silence between us broken only by Aurora’s occasional spellwork, a whispered enchantment to reveal hidden footholds or keep the frost from numbing our hands. Scarlet moved like she’d been born in the mountains, steady and sure. Dominic was… very elegant. “I am not built for this,” he grumbled, slipping for the fifth time. “Can someone remind me again why I couldn’t stay back and guard the tents?” “Because you eat too much to just sit around,” Aurora muttered, casting a glowing rune onto the rock wall. Dominic grunted. “You act like it’s a crime to enjoy soup.” “You act like you were raised by soup.” Despite everything,

Sophia – POV I don’t sleep anymore. Not really. I close my eyes and wait, but the quiet doesn’t come. Only the whispers. And the pain. It started in my bones, days ago tiny flares of heat and cold, like my body couldn’t decide if it was burning or freezing. Now it’s everywhere. My limbs ache, my skin pulses, my veins feel too tight for my blood. The scars. The veins now went up my next purple and black. Some down my thighs as blue. Mother had promised to find her an elixir, but of course, she could not do anything right. And the mirror… it watches me. The one in my chambers is cracked now, split from top to bottom after I threw a candle at it last night in a fit of rage. It still reflects me, though. Half of me. The other half... distorted. Sickly pale. Eyes are too bright. Hair clinging to sweat-damp skin. I didn’t always look like this. I didn’t always feel like this. I used to be beautiful, now I need to cover it up. I used to smile. Dance. I used to be ful

Elena – POV The Wailing Grove did not welcome us. It never had. The stories about this place had been whispered for centuries of voices in the dark, illusions that devoured sanity, of a forest that lived and breathed and remembered. A place where sunlight died and never returned. And here we were, walking into its heart under the cover of night. The trees stretched high above us like gnarled limbs, their twisted branches interwoven so tightly they choked the moonlight, leaving only slivers of silver to mark our path. Fog rolled low along the mossy ground, thick as wool, hiding every root and crevice. The deeper we moved, the more muffled the world became. No birds. No wind. Only our breathing. And the map. Aurora held it tightly under a small spelllight. The fragment embedded in my skin pulsed softly in rhythm with the lines drawn on the parchment, guiding us toward the second marked location. Scarlet moved silently ahead of us, blades already unsheathed. Dominic trailed be